Quotes from Virgil

[He]Spoke and rose to full height, sword in air,Then cleft the man’s brow square between the templesCutting his head in two — a dreadful gashBetween the cheeks all beardless. Earth resoundedQuivering at the great shock of his weightAs he went tumbling down in all his armor,Drenched with blood and brains; in equal halvesHis head hung this and that way from his shoulders.

So Aeneas pleaded, his face streaming tears. Three times he tried to fling his arms around his neck, three times he embraced–nothing…the phantom sifting through his fingers, light as wind, quick as a dream in flight.